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"Mirror Mirror
On the wall
Do tell
Who is the fairest one of all?"

"Why my dear is thy a fool?
Who knows of what to duel?
A lady is not judged of merrily
Her face.
But how they put themselves in
Place.
Whether in a wife's life, or as a knight
To cook or to fight
Go find yourself outside this house
Jump, sing, or just run about."

And with words of wisdom from her magic mirror Imakara leaves for her quest of self-finding along the path of life. Skipping along the path she hums songs of her mother and songs her father sang. Soon she came to a spilt in the road, one path was smooth and the other bumpy and surrounded by scary trees. The sky seemed to be lightning above the dark pathway. The smooth path seemed to be used one to many times. It looked like it was a path to boredom town. Never right on track Imakara made her very own path in the middle of the two roads.

"Where am I going? Shall I be there soon? Why did I even leave Sing town?" Imakara's mind was rattling with these questions. She wondered if she had made a good choice making a new road to suit herself. The other roads were just fine the way they were. But neither path was right for her. Maybe I made my own because I have a different idea of life. There had to be more than two choices to pick from. Maybe the mirror didn't know about any others or did and didn't tell! How would she ever find out? She had not been watching where she was going and had gotten lost.

"Oh no where am I?" Imakara had tripped into the dark path and was fighting to get her long hair out of a tangle of branches. Ripping half her hair so now it hung at her chin, she whipped her red locks out of her weeping eyes. She clambered out into her own path and went at such an angle that she ended up on the path to boredom town. She was about to go to her path when a girl about her own height wearing a sun burnt dress that might have been red once upon a time had yanked at her blue sleeve. "You think you are going to get out of doing your chores do you? Well not today miss well dressed. You get to talk with mother." The girl yelled out at the freaked out Imakara. "I don't know who you are or who your mother is miss in charge. But Imkara Cosmo does NOT go to work for others. I'm on my quest to ME, and I AIN'T gonna do your work! " Imakara yelled in the girl's ear. "There is only two paths you nechanpoop, scary or work and you are on the work path missy. There ARE NO OTHERS!!!" blasted back the girl. " I DON'T CARE. I MADE MY OWN PATH!!!" Imakara spit in the girl's ear. And with that she ripped her arm out of grasps and ran for her path.

She barley made it leaping like a deer to get away. The bright day suddenly turned into a dark nightmare. She dove underneath an oak tree as tall as the Statue of liberty as the girl did and her friends ran past. She clambered out and ran for her life along the blacken stream. "There she is! Get her! Don't let her get away!" the girl barked to the others. Their hands were covered in soap or were clamping onto a child's swollen wrist yanking him or her around like children playing tag with a rag doll in their hand. Imakara dove into the black stream and swam down the stream that was heading up a hill. A light shown like an angel in the dark woods was right ahead. With more than she had Imakara pushed her beaten down body to get to the light. She felt herself slip and plunged down onto a soft mass of grass.

She shook as she opened her eyes to see a world so magnificent that not even a billion, million of words could be worth this picture. She found where she had been aiming for! She had found her home. "As you see, " said a voice she had heard before "all people who make their own paths and stick to it, with a little luck can become truly happy. The mirror had been sent to be right in front of her. She had found where she belonged.

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